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Riyo's face immediately met her palm as the two started to bicker like children. While the feline didn't mind violence... Especially something as comical as this... She didn't want this fat b*****d in her face any longer.

Before her father could speak, which she knew he would, Riyo coughed to gain attention. "Look. I'm sorry about our friend attempting to kill your customer with a dining utensil, but like I said. He's a paying customer. You'll get your damn money, and we'll be on our way. So could you please leave us in peace?"

Riyo's tone was calm, though the glare she shot Klyde said that she might not be once they were done in here. Why the hell didn't he say that he had trouble with this restaurant? They could've very well gone somewhere else. Luckily, she still hadn't made any connection that would've led her to realize /why/ Klyde had been here in the first place.

Jess HAD been about to instigate more strife between the manager and Klyde... But his daughter seemed adamant about continuing on with a quiet dinner. Would it be very quiet? No, probably not. but he supposed he could try to lay off a little. "Don't worry slick, we'll take care of our little problem child." Jess assured, his grin never faltering.

"So Blade." Jess immediately turned back to the thief sitting next to him. "What do you do for a living? Are your parents paying your way or do you have a job?" It was the singer's attempt at small talk, though with any luck he'd hit upon some interesting things.

Mitsu frowned as well seeing the bike, her eyes trailing over the scratched paint. "Your bike's all scratched..." She sounded rather sorry about it but it seemed Shun had something else on his mind. "It....seems to follow me too." Mitsu said sheepishly. "...but you always keep me safe."

Picking the helmets off the ground, Mitsu wiped them off the best she could before she held Shun's out to him. "I just wish you didn't have to get hurt in the process of protecting me...."

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The manager didn't have much to argue beyond that. At least Klyde wasn't serving anyone. If he could sit and behave...maybe he could overlook it, but the bill better be steep. "Very well, be sure to mind yourself." He said a little hotly before he strolled off, his tiny feet carrying his fat blob of a body to the back room from wince he came.

Looking over toward Riyo, Klyde caught the glare she sent his way. It made him hunker down in his chair a little more, a rather odd submissive look on his features.

Putting the helmet on, Shun paused at her words.

"A little pain is nothing if it means I won't lose you," he said quietly as he climbed onto the bike, "I.. pretty much was raised to fight; I might as well put it to some good here.."

Shaking his head to himself, he awaited Mitsu to climb on so they could head to the pharmacy. His shoulder hurt a fair amount, but the short drive shouldn't be too much to deal with.

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While Blade was glad that Jess took his attention off of him again, he looked to Riyo as she essentially put herself in the line of fire. Glancing back and forth between the two, he furrowed his brow at the mention of an imaginary friend. He didn't get why it was such a big deal with the father.

"Why is it such a big deal?" he asked the guy before looking up as the waiter came around. He could have been a completely different guy with that change of attitude.

"It's not." Riyo said immediately and shot Blade a glance as if they were speaking about a forbidden subject.

Jess sighed and frowned at Riyo's strong reluctance on the matter... Though, the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't blame her. "Another time then..."

Riyo had thought about trying to drive the idea that there was no 'imaginary friend' farther... But she just wanted to be rid of it. There was no point on continuing a subject you didn't want to talk about in the first place if it will be dropped. Especially one of such weight... Immediately, she shoved a straw down into her drink and started to sip on it, hoping that if she kept it there long enough, people would get tired of waiting for her to finish and talk without her. And so they did.

"... Old man?" Jess echoed, a small eye twitch following his words. "I'll have you know I'm not old just because I have a kid. Why, I bet I could have any lady I wanted." His tone had changed to defensive, taking a sip of wine before even thinking about paying attention to Klyde's second statement. "And yes. I am well-off. Proves that old superstition about black cats being bad luck as a bunch of s**t, huh?" Not that he didn't have severely bad times before that...

Though, Jess had grown up in a nice home. Not extravagant, but nice. "If only Mom could see me now... She'd say 'Jesse, I always knew could do anything if you put your mind to it.'" It was a bittersweet reflection, though.

"She would've been tickled pink to see you, Riyo." He mumbled over to her before taking another drink of wine.

Removing the straw from her mouth, it was obvious Riyo had a question. "... What about your father?" She figured it would be a jab, considering he hadn't bothered to mention the man.

Jesse froze momentarily as his daughter asked her question, almost choking on the alcohol in his throat. When he had finally stopped coughing, he sat the glass down on the table and stared at it quietly for more than a few seconds. "There's not much your grandpa likes about this world... Especially not me."

Wait. "... You talk about him like he's-"

"Alive?" Jesse interrupted. "That's because he is... He's a very bitter old man who hates the world and just about everyone around him." Sounded familiar.

Klyde held back a smirk when he saw the eye twitch. He kept a mental note that the name got on the vocalist's nerves. It also seemed to distract him somewhat as he went off on a tangent about his mother, though when the father was brought up....

So it seemed Riyo had more family than even she realized. It wasn't much...and really in Klyde's mind wasn't all that great, but he could imagine when you go from having nothing to something it was.....something at least.

Listening intently once Blade asked his question, Klyde was rather curious to know the answer as well. Would he just buy a house and leave Riyo in it while he traveled around or would he bless them all with his radiant appearance and curse them with his existence. Something told Klyde he needed to pray for the first.

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"No, its okay. We can watch a movie back at the dorm if you're up to it," Tucking the bag away Mitsu got back on the bike and held on tight. When they got back she climbed off quickly but stayed close. "D...do you need any help?"

It was so strange how Shun was able to act like nothing was wrong. Though she supposed with as many scars as he had he was either used to the pain or able to hide it. She was slowly learning how herself since Suto only seemed to strive further when he knew he was causing pain.

Shaking his head, Shun climbed off the bike and removed his helmet. His injured arm moved more slowly and gingerly than the other, but aside from that, he hid the pain fairly well.

"... Thanks for offering to help patch it up by the way. It's one less trip to Atticus I have to make," he said. He had to wonder if the school nurse ever grew tired of seeing him.

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Frowning slightly at Riyo's words, Blade didn't think that she'd end up like how the old man apparently was. Granted, she was halfway there, but it didn't mean she'd turn out exactly like that. From what he could tell, she had gotten better about things over the past months..

Then again, it was hard for him to say.

Ugh. Again with the old man bit? Immediately Jess cut into his steak with force, realizing what kind of enemy he had made in his daughter's boyfriend. Well, that's okay. Because he was a force to be reckoned with. "Of course I will be." They hadn't actually planned it, but it would be the best time to get to know his daughter again.

Well. What a drag. She'd have do deal with him hall summer long...

But, it wouldn't be nearly as much of a drag do deal with if her plan went accordingly. In fact, it would be more worth it than Jess or Klyde even realized right now. Haha, what a surprise they'll both have.

Dinner went by in a disturbingly quiet manner, compared to how it had been before. When everyone was finished, and the now over-friendly waiter had brought the bill, Jess counted out a few high-bills and sat them out, unsurprised when the waiter came back with more.. High bills. As if he expected his tip to be spectacular.

Smirking, Jess looked towards his group. "Quick. Lets leave before he realizes I won't be tipping him." He said to them quietly, standing up and shoving the bills in his wallet, then the wallet into his back pocket.

Mitsu frowned seeing the wound that Shun had acquired during their little adventure. In her eyes it looked horrible not that being shot was anything to sneeze at she imagined. Disappearing into the bathroom Mitsu searched for a moment before she found a washcloth. Wetting it with some warm water she came back out and moved over to Shun to start cleaning away the blood. She tried to be as gentle as possible since the next step wasn't going to be all that fun. It also didn't seem like the sight of blood bothered her all that much, though she was fairly used to it considering what Suto liked to do to her after all.

Once the bloody mess was mostly gone Mitsu grabbed up her bag and pulled out a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Pouring a little on the cloth she looked at Shun a little reluctantly. "T..this will probably sting...I'm sorry." Slowly and gently she dabbed at the wound to disinfect it. Once that was done she pulled out some steri-strips and used those to hold the wound closed until it healed. She couldn't do stitches but the steri-strips would work well enough for a swallow wound like this. That done she covered the area with some gauze she had purchased and used some medical tape to hold it down. "Do you think this will be alright? I can wrap it if you want."

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A few times during the silence of their meal Klyde had ventured to sip his drink. It was a little different compared to the bottled blood they gave him at school but it was still nothing like having it fresh. The sweet taste of fresh blood was just leaps and bounds over anything that sat in a glass bottle for a couple of weeks before it was served.

The meal finally over, Klyde stood from his seat glad this part of the evening was done. He would be pleased as punch to be done with this restaurant and all who worked here. "So where to now?" Klyde asked not sure if Riyo wanted to retreat for the evening or if there was something else up her father's sleeve.